Warm gel dribbled onto her anus. Joe spread the unguent around and then his fingers slipped into her back passage with shallow thrusts. Pain and fire flared briefly, before fading away as her body adjusted to the invasion.
Joe worked and stretched the tissues until he could insert two fingers at once. Bridget huffed and whimpered.
“How do you feel, love?” He withdrew, squirted more lube onto his fingers, and continued his ministrations.
“Impatient.”
He slipped a hand under her pelvis and pressed his palm against her clit, rocking against the bundle of nerves. Tension sung through her as the heat flared to life, saturating her body. Sweat slipped from her brow and temple. Joe moved too slowly for her taste, pushing her toward the precipice only to tug her back. Her pussy contracted and moisture leaked onto her thighs. She rocked her hip against the pressure of his hand.
“Relax, you’re almost there.” His voice was soft but did nothing to ease her frustration. She just ground her teeth and rode his hand a little faster.
She could feel her orgasm shimmering, just out of reach. “Just a little more. God, Joe. Just fuck me. We can try the plug later.”
He rewarded her outburst with a smack, first on one cheek, then the other. Her ass stung and burned. Once the pain subsided, the fire in her cheeks only ratcheted up her need. More sweat dribbled down her temple and she mewled. He soothed away the hurt, petting the heated skin with slow swipes from his free hand.
He withdrew his fingers. “Now you’re ready.”
The muscles of her back passage relaxed further. He pried the anal plug out of her hand. The blunt, hardened tip pressed against her anus. He worked the mini dildo into her back passage, pressing it in and withdrawing it just like he had with his fingers.
Pain turned into pleasure. She moaned as her tissues stretched and her muscles relaxed, allowing him to sink in the plug in fully.
“There. All done.”
It seemed odd. She squeezed her back passage and relaxed the muscles again.
“How do you feel?” Joe’s touch ghosted over her back.
She sighed and relaxed under his touch. “A little weird, but good.”
He placed a kiss on the nape of her neck before blazing a trail down her spine. His lips moved over her ass cheeks and he parted the thickened lips of her pussy. He rocked his palm against her clit while he slipped his tongue in and out of her entrance. Her pleasure increased, as did the fire that burned in her flesh.
She groaned and tried to ride his tongue, but he withdrew whenever she started to move. He pulled away from her, removing his hand from over her clit and she heard the tearing of a wrapper.
“I’ll go slow.” The bed rocked and his body heat pushed against her sex and legs.
The wide crest of his cock pressed at her vaginal opening. He pushed on the flared head, retreated, and then sunk in further.
“Fuck, so tight,” he whispered.
He seemed much bigger than he had the last time. She clutched the bed sheets for some leverage.
“You okay, love?” He slipped a hand under her and massaged her breast.
She moaned as he plucked and rolled her nipple. With a firm grip on her hip, he rocked in and out of her with short thrusts, sinking further with each push. She could feel his tension as fine tremors rocked the bed.
“Joe. Fuck me. I can take it.”
He let out a growl as her magic spiked to skitter over her skin. He pulled out until only the head of him was left inside of her and then thrust deep.
Pain and fire burned in her vagina. He stilled. Her heart hammered against her ribcage and in her ears as she adjusted to the new thickness inside of her. She panted as everything inside of her demanded she move—do something, anything to increase the pleasure.
Joe kept a firm hold on her as he withdrew and slammed into her once again. He took up a steady pace. Pleasure increased with each push of his hips and he fucked her deep and hard.
His name became a prayer, a chant, and a curse. Her orgasm grew, filling her up like a balloon until there was no more room. The pleasure edged into pain and back again. He worked her nipple until it was too sensitized to take any more of his touch. Shards of electricity shot to her clit as the pressure built. He transferred his attention to her other nipple, showing it the same affection until it all became too much to bear.
“Joe.”
He stopped toying with her turgid peak and slid his hand down her abdomen. His fingers delved between her puffy folds and found her clit.
A few strums on the already oversensitive bud were all it took. She came, crying out his name. Her vaginal walls fluttered around his cock and clamped down hard as he continued to fuck her, drawing out a string of aftershocks that rocked her body and stole her energy. All she could do was lie there and let him use her until his cock flexed inside of her.
He let out an inhuman cry as he came. The heat and moisture of his skin slid against her as he folded over and bit down on her shoulder. His fangs pierced her skin with ease, setting off a wave of heat and pain. Tears formed in the corners of her eyes as he sipped at her blood, drawing out more pleasure than she thought herself capable of experiencing.
He released her muscles and wrapped his arms around her waist before pulling out of her and taking them both down to the bed. “Don’t leave until light is about to come, okay? I want you to be with me.”
She yawned. In that moment she was too tired to argue, much less go anywhere. Being with Joe was all that mattered, all that she wanted. She wouldn’t have it any other way. This was where she belonged. They’d figure the rest out over dinner.
Chapter Fourteen
Joe stood over the body of the prone rogue vampire and read over the file that Bridget had provided. Rage burned within him. He took deep, clean breaths, trying to control the anger. The door burst open and Matthias and Flynn entered, dragging an unconscious Fritz with them. They threw him down next the would-be assassin.
“Are you sure this is necessary?” Doc entered with a cup of tea and a scone. “I am eating, after all.”
“I need you here to monitor their health. While we wait for them to wake up…the tests results?”
“Ah, yes, well. You are feeling fine after the third feeding from Ms. Roseway, I take it?” Doc tilted his head. His sapphire-blue eyes sparkled with curiosity.
“No. I had to do a fourth feeding before the lust began to abate. It seems that for every drink I take from her, I have to do another one soon after to offset the first one. I can’t keep doing this, but I can’t resist drinking from her. It’s…addictive.” He spat out that last word as if it were a bitter taste on his tongue.
“I see. And no other blood will do? You can’t feed on someone else before you and Ms. Roseway…” Humor lit up Doc’s features.
Joe scowled. “I tried, but nothing compares.” He hated feeling so vulnerable and needy. This wasn’t the way to start a relationship with Bridget. If she had any qualms, she hadn’t said so…yet.
“Well, well, well, it’s a good thing I’m developing a serum for you to take before you meet with her. It will help counteract some of the effects. Ms. Roseway has agreed to aid me in developing something more stable. Between us, I’m sure we can figure it out, but you will need to be cautious. Understand?” Doc bit into his scone.
“Yeah, yeah.”
A raspy voice came from the floor of the room. “What is this? Where am I?” Fritz hissed and then winced.
Joe nodded to Flynn, who went to a side table and brought out a set of pliers. “You are here because of this.” Joe crouched down and held up the file. “And because you used my blood mate to lure me into a trap. Now you tell me what I want to know and I won’t have Flynn remove your fangs.”
Fritz’s already pale skin turned a shade paler. “I would never lure you into a trap, my liege. Someone has misinformed you.”
At this, the rogue vampire leapt to his feet, fury in his eyes. “Liar! Kristian sent me to you! How dare y
ou betray the Great Bloodstorm!” He lunged at Fritz and both men began to grapple on the floor.
Joe rolled his eyes. “Enough! So, the Great Bloodstorm tried to set me up? That religious fanatic has been a pain in my ass for decades, but he’s never gone this far before.”
The rogue vampire turned his attention to Joe. He lunged up at him, but Flynn was right there to put him down with a punch to the temple.
The rogue screamed. “The Great Bloodstorm feels you have befouled your position by mooning over that magical bitch.”
Joe snorted. “I see. Matthias shut him up.”
“Coward! Have stone beasts do your bidding—” His words were cut off as Matthias hit him in the head.
“My liege, as you can see he’s mad and doesn’t know what he’s talking about—”
Joe crouched down to Fritz’s level. “And how would the Great Bloodstorm know about Bridget, hmm? We didn’t even get together until last night. And you were the one who sent her to me.”
“You forget her associates and familiars. They knew about the two of you. They are traitorous beasts, my liege. That foul pixie Lana—”
There was a roar and then Matthias and Flynn were upon him, the rogue forgotten for the moment. Joe didn’t stop them until Fritz had stopped shouting.
“Now, you tell me. How did the Great Bloodstorm find out about Bridget, hmmm? And if you’re honest I may let you feed through a straw.”
Fritz spat a large wad of blood onto Joe’s boot.
“Lovely. Fine.” Joe stood up and went to the far wall. “Doc you may want to look away from this.”
Doc shrugged. “I’ve seen worse.”
Joe took down a scimitar and returned to the rogue. “See this?”
The rogue made a choking sound.
“My mentor, Johnny No Nuts, gave this to me when I reached liege status. He called it the Sun Bringer. Said if I cut a man’s head off with it, the body would burst into flames but the head would remain alive. I’ve never used it. I was never sure if I bought into the hype. But you know what? My curiosity is piqued. Let’s see if it works.”
“Do your worst you—”
Joe took a swing. The blade sliced through muscle, tendon, and veins like a hot knife through cotton candy. A bright red fire blazed to life and surrounded the rogue, starting at the neck and moving down. The vampire screamed, blood pouring out of his mouth, but the head remained untouched by the flames.
“Whoa! It works. Doc, check this out.”
Doc came over, teacup in hand, and moved around the shimmering corpse. Strangely, the room smelled sweet and smoky, as if someone had lit an incense stick.
“Oh, this is interesting. May I take him away for examination?”
Joe shook his head. “You see a vampire’s body burn while his head remains alive and all you can think about is your experiments? Okay, but make sure you have good bodyguards. Flynn, help the good doctor. Now Fritz.”
Fritz tried to crawl away, but Matthias blocked his exit while the gargoyle scooped up the remains of the rogue and led the doctor out of the room.
“My liege, please! I meant no harm! I just wanted more money. When you came to town and took over, my funds were cut. You banished several of my usual income sources. I had to do something. My comfort was being affected! Please, sir. You must understand.” Fritz whimpered as he shuffled forward on his knees.
Joe stepped back. “I wonder how Sasha will like his new position as liaison between myself and the community? With a bump in pay and ownership of your house, I’m sure he’ll be more than happy with my changes. What do you think Matthias? Is Sasha a good guy? Trustworthy?”
Matthias stroked the stubble on his chin.
“Who do you think facilitated the meeting between myself and the Great Bloodstorm?” Fritz screamed, a wild glint of hope in his eyes. “Sasha is his half-blood brother, after all.”
“I see. Matthias, bring in Sasha. As for you, Fritz, your value to me has ended. Good-bye.” Joe knocked him out with pommel of his sword.
“Matthias, call in the wardens to haul this trash off to the Sunlight Prison. Then find Sasha. Tell him that Fritz is on a trip and won’t be back any time soon. As for the Great Bloodstorm, well, he’ll be getting a box of ashes for his trouble. I’ll be dealing with him soon enough. Inform the sheriff of what has happened and then I want you and Flynn to get a team together. I want that sonofabitch at my feet before the New Year, understand?”
“Yes, boss. What will you be doing in the meantime?”
“Spending time pleasuring Bridget. I do not want to be disturbed, understand? Unless it’s an emergency.”
Matthias nodded.
“Oh and get the cleaning service in here. Monitor them closely.” Joe brushed past Matthias and headed out to his bedroom where Bridget had been sleeping. Now that that business was taken care of, he could concentrate on Bridget. The Great Bloodstorm could wait.
Epilogue
One month later…
Joe sat across from Bridget. It had been one month since they’d started seeing each other. She visited him every other day and saw him off to his light room whenever she could. She slept in his bed, even when he wasn’t there. He hadn’t woken up early again and his blood hunger was back to normal. Within a week, he’d returned to his usual cycle, but her magic still floated around within him. All of his symptoms had abated, but the Doctor and Bridget were still working together on a serum. It would be a while, so they always used caution when he fed from her.
They were still working on rules for their relationship and getting used to things as they went. He had to teach her the etiquette for interacting with his subjects and she had to learn how to defend herself against his kind. These were skills not taught in the books she had at home or in the library. She had taken the news about the Great Bloodstorm with interest and curiosity, and she volunteered her services. He was happy accept the potions and spells she offered, and insisted on paying her. He knew this would allow him some insight into her world.
But tonight he was gaining insight of another kind. He was busy teaching her the finer points of strip poker. She was quick learner. He only had to tell her something once before she got it. Pride filled him at how far she’d come. She had also become more sexually open and trusting with him, allowing him to blindfold her, to use paddles and floggers during play. He’d never been more satisfied with a partner and lover. Bridget was more than he thought he’d deserved or would ever have. She was precious to him and he would fight to his last breath to keep her safe.
He placed a card down on the worn and scratched dark wood tabletop and watched her carefully. He had a good hand: a queen of hearts, a jack of clubs, a five, and a four. He’d already tossed away the two of spades. If the river could give him another five, he knew he’d win this hand. And he wanted to win.
Victory meant doing dirty, filthy things to her and making her cry out his name. She sat in her chair in nothing but a bra, panties, and heels. She’d already lost her jacket, corset, and jeans.
He studied her features. So far, he’d identified several tells. She currently looked irritated. Her lips were pressed together in a thin line and her brows were drawn down.
She tossed away a card and lifted her gaze. “Okay, so now what? Do I call? Raise?”
He was confident that he’d win yet another round. So far, he’d only lost his shirt. “We call. Cards on the table.”
He laid down his hand and waited to see if he was right. Triumph lit up hers features. Her eyes glowed with a look of pure pleasure that made his heart contract and set his blood on fire. He unbuckled his belt and slipped it out of the loops.
She laid down her cards. “Ha! Read it and weep. Dead man’s hand. Take that blood sucker!” She pushed back her chair and started to do the Running Man followed by the Cabbage Patch. “I won. I won. I won. Woot. Woot. I won.”
“Gloating isn’t attractive in a woman.” Joe smiled, pushing back his chair.
“Don’t care. I won. O
ff with your pants, vampire!” She clapped her hands and grinned. “Strip. Strip. Strip.”
Joe rolled his eyes. “I regret ever teaching you to play.”
She batted her eyelashes at him. “If you hadn’t taught me, I wouldn’t have given you a blow job as a thank you.”
He bobbed his head in agreement. “Fine. You won that round.” He sat back down and pulled off his socks and shoes before shoving down his jeans and toeing them out of the way. Then he put his socks and shoes back on. “But we have a few more to go and you have a few items left to lose.”
She shrugged. “Or we could stop now and take this party upstairs.”
He rushed toward her and scooped her up in his arms. “No decision needed.”
She let out a shriek and laughed. “Well that was easy.” She reached up and cupped his cheek. “I’m glad you were home that night.”
He bent his head and pressed a soft kiss to her lips. “Me too.” The thirst rose and his senses expanded. He could smell the perfume of her arousal, spiced with her magic. “Now let’s see if I can’t make you scream.”
He carried her out into the hallway and towards his bedroom.
“Oh, I’m sure you can. That doesn’t mean I’ll make it easy.” She snuggled into his embrace.
“It will never be easy with you, and I thank the goddess for that.” He put her down on her feet with care. “Now run!”
~ About the Author ~
Multi-Published Author, part vampire, part pixie, Selena Illyria was born with a need to write and enable. Her imagination takes her into the paranormal, sci-fi and fantasy genres and all sorts of mischief. When not writing she enjoys catching up on her TBR pile, watching some of her favorite programs and listening to her favorite music as well as teasing people with posts on decadent food and plot bunnies.
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